User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20160131070425/@comment-26024035-20160707174023

The fox bit back a roar of fury as his two lackeys fled into the surrounding woodlands, but one of the many intelligent voices in Serrano's furtive brain advised him that it was likely not a good idea. The horde captain cast a quick glance about the marsh for a moment, and then giving a small growl of a sigh, the vulpine continued moving, his eyes scanning the ground and then the vegetation for traps with each step he took deeper in.